So long, Uncle George...

Hello, friends! 

Last week, I had a clogged drain in one of our sinks. I got out our plumbing snake, cleaned out the drain, and thanked Uncle George Seu for teaching me how to use a plumbing snake. 

Most mornings, I'm the first one up. I like to have some quiet time to hang out with Jesus and (usually) exercise before the kids get up and the day gets hectic. The floorboards in our hallway are a little creaky, so I need to walk very quietly so as to not wake the house. I use the silent walk that Uncle George taught me from his many years of doing years of Tai Chi. 

Uncle George passed away last week at the age of 91. Like with Uncle Stan, who died a few months back, this one struck me in an unexpected way. I wasn't super close to Uncle George and we hadn't talked in a while but he's had a huge influence on my life. 

There was a season when I was doing a bible study with some friends in our youth group but didn't have a ride. Uncle George was the one who drove me. I learned how to call the time service back in the day when folk needed to set their watches. I will never forget Uncle George walking around church in his iconic blue overcoat; If Uncle George was wearing that coat, you knew something was about to get fixed. Mostly from observation, I learned from Uncle George how to look for ways to fix things, how the right tool could solve a multitude of problems, and how someone could have a huge influence without ever being formally acknowledged, just by being willing to help. 

Goodbye, Uncle George. I'm sorry I won't be able to make it to the funeral but I will never forget the lessons you taught me, whether you knew it or not. 

Have an excellent day! 

~Adam